THEN NEXT DAY
Now we're back to where we started, I smell the fresh coffee being made. Sandra
and Mimi are up but I'm so stiff I don't think I can get up unassisted. They
serve me in bed, tending to me like a sick child feeding me oatmeal and juice.
Both of them are wearing their collars again, mine is sitting on the night stand
along with a thin black case that holds my public collar.
"Come on yo need to get up and shower, Master Carl will be calling you in an
hour" Sandra informs me.
With help I get stiffly out of bed, I see Mimi still shows sighs of being
whipped but with the exception of a few small bruises on her butt Sandra looks
good as new now. I dread looking at my body but can't put it off any longer.
My beautiful breasts have multiple purple and yellow dark splotches from the
crop along with several pink lines for the cane I suppose. The brutal clips and
leather snares have left almost black reminders of being on me. My nipples are
still red and inflamed from pins used on them.
There are several contusions where the whip was used, the one on my thigh is
still red and snakes up to my hip bone. The worst ones are across my stomach
and the inside of my thigh. These are bluish in color and still tender. I
don't want to see what my cunt looks like but I know that I have to see how much
damage has been done to it. I have to walk to the bathroom bow legged as I'm so
sore, Jody was right it was worse then yesterday.
Resting my foot on the toilet I again gingerly touch my pussy lips. There still
red from the whipping along with being extremely tender. The jaws of the pins
used on my cunt lips have left dark inflamed keepsakes of there use. My outer
lips are so swelled up I have trouble parting them, well at least my inner lips
don't hang out like yesterday.
The upper inside of my thighs are black and blue from my previous nights lovers.
The crop has left nasty bluish red contusions along with several red welts. Of
course my rectum feels like it's been stretched several ways from Sunday and it
feels like my anus is protruding several inches outside where it's supposed to
be. Bending is difficult but I finally get a look at it in the mirror. I feel
tears well up as I see the ugly distended hole that once was a tight brown star.
My ass looks as bad as it feels with angry raised red welts across it that were
left by the cane the Prince wielded against it. The deep purple bruises left by
the heavy cane are the source of pain on the backs of my thighs and calves. The
bastard was right, they'll remind me of him for some time to come. Long
dresses or dark hose will be needed for several weeks. Just the thought of
putting something tight against my skin makes me wince.
I save my back for last, it's harder to see but with the mirror on the door
positioned just right I can see it reflected in the bathroom mirror. Jody was
right again, I definitely won't be wearing anything backless for several weeks.
My back isn't bruised so much but several welts crisscrossing over the white
skin. Thin red abrasions weave a pattern from my shoulders to the small of my
back. Wearing a bra isn't going to be something I want to experience in the
near future.
I gingerly sit to urinate, it burns as it seeps along my battered lips before it
drips into the bowl, My cunt is so swollen I don't want to touch them so I can't
wipe myself, I'll just wash it in the shower instead of wiping. A watery
stream of shit finally burns it way along my irritated anal tract that has
swollen tight now, until I have to force it out past my distended sphincter. No
way am I eating anything solid for the next week, I wonder just how long I'll
have to endure this.
I showered with luke warm water, Sandra was right hot water hurts, and I
adjusted the shower head adjusted so the water volume is low, otherwise the
water stings to badly. The only thing I scrubbed hard was y hair and teeth. I
think only my teeth didn't hurt as even my scalp was tender. No matter I could
still smell the piss in my hair.
I was carefully patting myself dry when Sandra came into the bathroom. "Listen
Patricia Mimi is leaving but I've go the day off, tomorrow too if you want".
"Thanks Sandra I'm not sure what you can do but I'd appreciate the company".
"Let me re-apply the cream it really helps, the Doctor will be here shortly to
check you out. Only one that still makes house calls". We both had to laugh at
that.
She had applied the cream everywhere but my pussy when the cell phone Master
Carl used rang. "Go ahead and answer it, I'll wait in the other room".
I tried to sound as slave like and cheerful as I could given how I felt "Hello
Sir".
"Well Patricia how are we this morning" he cheerfully greeted me.
His voice still held me in a trance even though I was still feeling sore and
hurting. "I'm... well.....fine I think", I answered softly.
"Patricia I know your in a great deal of discomfort". Discomfort, hell I felt
like I'd been run over by a truck, rolled over a gravel road then been scrubbed
internally with bottle brushes.
"I'm fine Sir..all things considered"
"The Doctor will visit you within the hour. He'll take care of you physically
but, mentally how are you", his tone of voice showed real concern for the first
time.
"This slave is fine Sir, really Sandra is staying with me today and.." he cut me
off before I could finish.
"BULL SHIT Patricia, your ceremony was far beyond what a new slave is generally
given. Have you forgotten your responsibility to ME". Now his tone conveyed
both concern and impatience with my answer.
"Sir.......uhhhhh.......what........I mean was is it you want" I stammered.
"You owe your Master the unvarnished truth. I've NEVER punished you for the
truth Patricia. Remember what happened when yo held back before".
I remembered, how I remembered the 3 weeks of punishment I'd been given.
"Sir..........I'm confused.........Mistress Danielle seemed to hate
me........and ...well.......it's" my voice started to falter now.
"Speak to me Patricia, what are your thoughts on what happened last night".
"Sir you.......well you..." I couldn't get my mouth to say the words I have in
my mind.
"Me what, you have no right to privacy bitch, speak up" he growled at me.
I looked down at the black lettering across my pussy mound. Even with the red
skin the word "bitch" stood out. Bitch is what I was, HIS BITCH.
The words start to pour out of my mouth along with a flood of tears. "You never
touched me, not ONCE, I was fucked by every one but YOU, ....MY MASTER. All
those months of talk and when I was there........ available..... wanting YOU.
You not only didn't use me you didn't even try to bid on me" I screamed into the
phone. Then I completely broke down crying.
"Patricia my little slave bitch, YOU still don't understand do you". His voice
had lost it's edge, he again sounded like the teacher trying to get a dull
student to understand a problem.
"Understand....understand what Sir" I muttered.
"You wanted, you needed, YOU desired. You still don't really understand my
precious little slave do you" he scolded me.
"No Sir this slave doesn't" I answered wearily.
"I told you when we started that I was neither your lover or boyfriend. I was,
and am, your Master and teacher. Like Beverly and Bill I'm here to bring out
YOUR true potential".
Using Miss Bess's first name surprised me, I had told him so long ago I didn't
remember if I had told him or not. Invoking my father's given name shocked me.
"How do you know his name........who the fuck are YOU" I screamed.
"Who I am is someone that cares for you more then you can know. For now I ask
that you trust me, do you trust me Patty", he asked in a soft voice I hadn't
heard before.
No one called me Patty, no one except my father, and that was when I was very
young and only when the two of us were talking by ourselves. "Patty, you called
me Patty" I sobbed.
"Yes I know what I said. Right now all you need to know is that I'm someone
that truly cares for you. What Danielle holds against you is not important
right now. What is important is that you believe what I'm saying to you".
I was in shock from what he said, yet I did trust him. More now then ever
before. "Yes Sir I trust you".
"Good, very good Patricia. Now you'll be on rest period for at least 3 weeks,
longer if the Doctor feels it's necessary. That means minimal requirements, I
want you to rest. I'll still require you to call regarding what cloths to wear.
Sandra will instruct you on how to use the web site to enter your daily activity
when your off rest period. She will also help you understand some of the
additional requirements of being Society property. The Doctor will tell you
when he needs to see you for follow up care. Follow both of their instructions.
Do you understand".
"Yes Sir".
"We have reached another fork in our journey Patricia. You have until Friday to
call a number that Sandra will provide you. It's to install the video hook up
so Society members can view the entire inside of you home".
"What if I don't call Friday, does that mean all contact is off between us. Is
this another choice the slave must make" I asked with anger in my voice.
"Not calling would mean you've renounced being a Society slave, but no this time
it doesn't mean we can't talk, and meet if you like Patricia. It's just a way
to let you think about what your duties are to the Society. Sandra will explain
this to you so you can make an informed choice. Now I have to go, I'll talk to
you on Wednesday, take the time to think through what you want Patricia". With
that he broke the connection.
I stared at the dead phone, the tears still running down my cheeks. I'd never
cried so much in my entire life as I had in the past two day. I looked over at
my collar, then opened up the box with the public collar inside. It too was
dark green, a small gold clasp had "S.O.R. 002986" engraved on it along with the
date I became a slave. I tried it on my neck, it felt snug and as my fingers
traced it I felt a flush of pride that I'd been able to earn it. I fingered the
thick leather private collar I'd worn for the first time last night, Sandra had
cleaned it up beautifully.
I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the headboard and wondered if I'd
feel good enough to go out today so I could wear my public collar. I heard the
door open to my bedroom and Sandra come in, her lips felt cool on my face, she
whipped the tears from my cheeks gently.
"Patricia let me put the cream on for you, then if you feel like it I can start
to explain to you what your going to need to know. If your feeling better later
we can go out shopping, there are some things you need to buy".
Her hands were soft on me, I winced as she spread the cream liberally around my
crotch and between my cheeks. As her small fingers pushed inside of me I arched
up to accept them even though it hurt to have anything inside me. The cream
started to lessen the pain, I spread my legs wider so she could reach up deep
inside my abused passages to sooth the discomfort. I started day dreaming of
having sex with her, of how she tasted and if it was allowed for me to pleasure
her without permission.
I knew I'd call before Friday no matter what Sandra told me, I just had to know
who Master Carl was. But that would wait, right now I just wanted to rest and
recover. I was hoping the Doctor would arrive soon so I could rest undisturbed
with my thoughts.
AUTHORS NOTE:
This is the end of the story, it took a bit longer to finish then I'd thought
when I started. I have several ideas for a follow-up on training camp and to
close up some of the open items related to Master Carl and Society business.
I would appreciate any and all suggestions regarding they story, plot, writing
style from all that read the story. Please contact me at KLS-1@rocketmail.com.
I hope you enjoy the story as much as I did writing it.
